Ah...the joys of trying to cram 5 days of work into a day and a half. In three short days, my friends,
I'll be in sunny, warm, Jamaica.
It's pretty sick that I have to leave the country and pour concrete and build walls to get a break from the world. But, that's where I am. Missions work, for all its stress, is a pretty relaxing thing for me, because it always brings back my perspective. I'll take dramas on the mission field over the "my kids can't come to your program because __________" or "I hate this program because ________" or "Insert drama here." Honestly, I need a week away from that crap anyway. I'd go to Cavetown, MD for a week if it meant that could be away from that garbage for a few days.
Why Jamaica? Jamaica has been on my heart since we went there for our honeymoon a few years ago. It was the first time I went to a tropical location not on a mission, but as an "american tourist." Immediately after getting off the plane, I understood why most of the world hates Americans. The tourists were rude, and only interested in getting plastered. Most of them were only there to use the island for a week, and leave. What happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica. The Jamaicans, understanding how to make a living off the American wealth, were more than willing to indulge every pleasure the Americans had. So, anything went.
All week long, I felt like I needed to be doing more. When we got off the resort and into the mountains, I was convicted of how much of a materialistic jerk I am. Again, I was disgusted by my counterparts on the trip, who, when confronted with poverty, drank away their conviction with Red Stripe and Appleton Rum.
I have been itching to get back to Jamaica, to help anyway that I can. I'm pumped for this trip. if my pouring concrete, building walls, etc, can help give back to an island that gave so much to me, then I'm all for it.